*Disclaimer: I do not own any of the one piece characters or franchise*

I may wish that I did, because then I could make all my favorite pairings happen, but I don't.

Blue. Such a seemingly simple word, but it had filled her days for the last week. Blue sky, blue water, and blue feelings. Robin sighed and let her gaze wander across the vast rippling of the brilliant ocean. Slowly her eyes came around to rest on the source of her frustration. Bright orange hair and a temper to match that bold color stormed across the deck to deliver yet another blow to their stubborn and foolish captain's skull. Hmm, that's the third one today, I wonder if it's possible to give even a rubber man a concussion.

Nami. Robin sometimes wondered why Nami fascinated her so much. Maybe it was her attitude, so different from how Robin thought most women were. Or maybe it was how the slender navigator managed to quell their rowdy nakama with a single blow, despite their sometimes insane strength. Whatever it was, there was just something about Nami. Robin couldn't quite put her finger on it, and so she spent every free minute trying to figure out what it was about Nami that just set her on edge.

Nami glanced up from berating their captain and caught Robin looking at her again. For some unexplainable reason Nami felt a blush heat up her face as she turned away and went back to her room. Robin had been acting so weird around her lately. Just when Nami thought they were becoming good friends Robin had to go and turn into miss silent and watchful. Nami often wandered the deck, keeping an eye out for weather or other less predictable ocean hazards. One had to keep on their toes in the Grand Line. But while she was outside she often felt like she was being watched. And lately, more often than not, she would catch a glimpse of Robin when she searched for the source.

It didn't help that Robin had started acting this way after their last island escapade.

...A week earlier...

They had encountered a beautiful tropical island, complete with a to die for beach. Sanji promptly announced that dinner would be a beach BBQ, and sent most of the male members of their crew out to search for quantities of meat that should keep even their bottomless pit of a captain happy. Chopper was sent to find some non-poisonous veggies, especially considering the last time when Usopp had that job and would have killed everyone with some toxic mushrooms if Sanji hadn't kicked the fool away from the pot. Sanji himself set out to gather some exotic fruits to make a special dish and some drinks for his lovely ladies. As he set off into the forest he bid Robin and Nami relax and enjoy the beach while he was gone.

Nami and Robin had grinned together at Sanji's antics, but they set about following his advice. You never knew if the next island was going to be a harsh winter island, or a frying dessert. You had to take advantage of the nice ones while you could. So the two of them shortly lay on the beach in their favorite swim suits, chatting while they lay and soaked in the sun. Periodically they would take a dip in the ocean to cool off, splashing each other playfully and laughing like good friends. It was nice. Nami didn't mind when it was just her and her male crew mates, but sometimes she really missed having another girl to talk to. Now that Robin had been rescued, Robin had opened up and it made living with a bunch of guys so much more bearable.

They had just returned to the beach and were dragging their chairs to a nice shady spot next to some vibrantly colored flowers that smelled intoxicatingly sweet, when a loud shout of "gomu gomu no bazooka!" echoed towards them. They glanced at each other, then instinct prompted them to look up. No sooner had they looked up than a speck became visible in the sky. Unfortunately, the speck started to get bigger very rapidly. Robin did some quick calculations in her head and realized their brilliant captain had knocked some large creature nearly into orbit, and it was going to land close enough that it would not be good for Nami or her.

"Run!" she snapped at Nami, and took off running herself. Nami stumbled over her chair, tripping in her haste to get out of the soon to be crater zone. Jumping to her feet she cast a fearful glance up, gauging her time. It was not good. She sprinted the same direction as Robin, trusting that she had picked the safest direction, but even as she slowly caught up to Robin, Nami knew it wasn't going to be enough.

CRASH.

Nami was hurled into the air by the shock wave of the creature landing behind her. This was both good and bad. The good thing was she had not been directly crushed, the bad thing was she was now flying through the air, and with her luck, her landing spot was fast approaching. A nice shallow spot, with a few inches of water over a very rocky reef. This was not going to be good. In fact, this was probably going to be very, very bad. Luffy better be ready for the head punch of the century when I see him next...if I see him again. Nami closed her eyes and waited for the impact of water and rocks to strike her body.

Her eyes shot open as she felt skin instead of the harsh slap of water, or the searing pain of lacerated skin and broken bones. She hovered a few feet above the surface, suspended by several hands. Slowly those hands drew her back towards the beach. Nami smiled gratefully at her rescuer. She watched Robin's face, noting the worry that was just now relaxing after a close call. Nami closed her eyes and heaved a huge sigh of relief. But as she felt herself being drawn back to the safety of soft sand, she became aware of something else. The placement of the hands holding her were in rather haphazard places. It really must have been last second. One hand held her right arm, while a second one was wrapped around her left ankle. Those weren't the ones that Nami was suddenly aware of however. One arm that Nami was much more aware of was wrapped around her torso, pressing her breasts up, and making them threaten to escape from her bikini top. But the other hand was the one that had most of her attention. This arm was holding her right leg, her thigh to be more precise. The arm had wrapped around Nami's upper thigh, and unfortunately the tips of the fingers just barely brushed a very sensitive part of Nami's anatomy through her scandalously small swim suit bottoms as she was hauled towards the beach.

Nami gasped as she felt those fingers. Her eyes flew open and she saw Robin watching her with a smile of relief. She reached solid land safely, watching the arms draw back and disappear. She landed on her feet, grateful to retain that much dignity at least, and promptly started thinking of exactly what she was going to yell at a certain hardheaded captain of theirs while she beat the living daylights out of him.

...Present day...

Nami's knuckles were still bruised from that beating, but that was nothing compared to the ass kicking Luffy got when Sanji heard how Luffy had almost killed one of their beautiful nakama. Nami chuckled to herself, savoring her memory of Luffy's cries for help, and their captain's abject despair when Sanji proclaimed that Luffy would not get any meat that night as punishment. Thinking of that helped to distract her from thinking about her recent dreams.

Soft hands held her body, and gentle fingers caressed along her side, tracing every contour of her torso and ever so slowly down to her hip. That tantalizing touch started to stray over to tease her belly button, then took a dip down. Nami shivered and crossed her arms. True she hadn't had any real fun of that nature in awhile, but this was ridiculous. She shook her head at herself, uncrossed her arms, and went back to inking in the details of the last island they had visited. She was proud of her increasing collection of maps. Each one a precise chart of a place their crew had visited. Some people wrote journals or had pictures to hold their memories, Nami had her maps. Maps, and her nakama.

Robin shook her head, clearing it of the latest images her wandering mind had conjured after watching Nami head to her map room. Images of a certain fiery tempered navigator, leaning over her charts and exposing a delicious view of her more than adequate cleavage. Light brown eyes glance up and catch Robin staring, but Nami doesn't scold her, no, Nami licks her lips and winks at Robin. Robin shakes her head again and leans on the railing. She hadn't had thoughts like these before. Robin was honest with herself, she cut a stunning figure. And early on Robin learned to use that to her advantage. A little extra sway to the hips, and all of a sudden your target was passing out from blood loss due to a massive nose bleed. She had never gone too far though, she had enough self respect to limit herself to teasing. Deep down she wanted to save something special for a special someone. She didn't know who that person was yet, but she always had a somewhat naïve idea that she wanted her first time to really be unique. It was almost funny, someone as educated as herself, with her past, having such a childishly pure idea. Robin chuckled to herself and let her mind go blank, eyes gazing out over the seemingly endless ocean blue.